MUN  :  dee  -  she/her  -  21+

❛  what  ?  NO  ——  no,  i  don’t  think  she’s  watched  on  too  many  of  ANYTHING.  i’ve  been  looking  into  some  of  her  claims  &  they’re  just  .  .  .  WEIRD.  not  consistent,  the  energy  seems  to  be  getting  more  &  more  aggressive  the  more  she  repeats  the  SAME  STORY,  details  go  missing  halfway  through  only  to  be  added  further  down  the  line  ——  ❜  the  LEAST  RELIABLE  testimony  was  eyewitness  &  it  didn’t  matter  WHAT  field  you  were  trying  to  fit  that  fact  into.  but  paranormal  ?  people  tended  to  REMEMBER  their  encounters.  EVERY  BIT  OF  THEM.  ❛  ——  i  think  SHE  believes  it’s  paranormal  or,  i  don’t  know,  she’s  CONVINCED  HERSELF  it  is.  ❜  but  .  .  .  ❛  what  do  we  know  about  the  house  ?  ❜

@silverforgcd​

      He leaves five minutes early, just like always. He arrives five minutes early, too. An almost proverbial beat of his wings takes him to empty hallway around the corner from Allison’s place. The flat’s doors are decked out in festive decorations — most of them, at least. The few without ornaments stuck to their surfaces stick out all the more so. He spares them no second thought and puts Pip down on the floor, leash already attached to the harness hugging the dog’s torso. Kane steps around the corner and towards Allison’s door without further consideration, and it’s that exact lack of forethought that also stops him dead in his tracks.

        His eyes narrow with suspicion as he gives the man at her door a quick once-over, followed by a slower one. He’s grinning — she’s smiling, leaning against the doorpost. Whilst cemented to floor at a solid ten metres off, Kane ignores Pip’s pulling in favour of keeping his distance and quietly observing ( and stewing in his distaste ). He would’ve succeeded for a while longer, too, if not for a sudden bark erupting from the dog. Bloody Beagles.

        Kane doesn’t need to look to know the stranger’s and Allison’s gaze alike snap to him without delay. His eyes squeeze shut in exasperation for a second or two, before he decides to resist discomfort and lifts both his hand and gaze in greeting. A particularly sardonic, insincere smile’s thrown to the stranger. To further highlight his lack of intent to introduce himself to the intruder, though, he stays right where he is — at a distance, now visibly waiting for the guy to fuck off.

        HER  NEIGHBOR  IS  A  SAINT.  saint-like,  at  the  very  least.  all  he  knows  is  that  her  work  requires  her  to  travel  quite  a  bit.  he  knows  about  the  firearms  &  otherwise  he’s  curious,  but  definitely  not  pushy  &  more  than  happy  to  help  her  out  by  watching  bo  when  she’s  not  around,  as  he  mostly  works  from  home  and  has  a  dog  of  his  own.  the  pups  get  along  just  fine  &  she’s  more  than  grateful  for  this  little  arrangement  they  ended  up  having.  it’s  more  than  convenient  &  bo  adores  him,  which  works  out  great  -----  she  got  home  late  last  night.  she  decided  to  wait  until  morning  to  get  her  pet  off  his  hands,  but  he  ended  up  thinking  ahead  of  her  &  bringing  him  over  right  after  his  morning  walk.  she  was  still  feeling  tired  after  the  hunt,  so  she  gave  him  a  weary  smile  &  an  arm  squeeze,  sincere  thank  you  on  her  lips  as  bo  wagged  his  tail.  both  hands  are  in  his  fur  as  the  two  of  them  exchange  some  small  talk,  a  recent  squirrel  incident  drawing  a  laugh  out  of  her  -----  &  then  she  hears  it.

❛  how  do  you  REMEMBER  that  ?  you  were  VERY  UNCONSCIOUS  at  the  time.  ❜

PATIENT  ID  :  @silverforgcd​​  ——  PRIMARY  COMPLAINT  :  starter  call

We’re screwed. Definitely could have had better odds. And if his body didn’t feel like it was on fire, he might have found a better way to say, “Fuck.” But it’s great how one word in the english language could encapsulate a multitude of emotions and more. Rubbing the grogginess from his face, feeling the stinging in what he then realized to be dried and caked blood over his split knuckles and wrists, they really put him through a ringer. The drug was just a numbing agent to prolong the torture. That’s what he would have done. 

“Alright. Alright. “ He mumbled eventually, pushing himself up. Squeezing himself through the front seats so he can take the passenger seat beside hers with a groan. “Why aren’t we on the run yet? “

         THEY’VE  GOT  A  LONG  ROAD  AHEAD.  she’s  going  to  have  all  the  time  in  the  world  to  worry  about  their  next  step,  about  how  on  earth  they’re  going  to  outsmart  their  former  bosses.  she  just  needed  a  moment  to  breathe  &  she  can  do  it  better  now  that  he’s  awake.  “  doctor  hayden  lives  just  around  the  corner  ---  i  was  making  sure  you  didn’t  need  him.  ”  &  with  that,  she  looks  his  way  once  more,  letting  the  fear  finally  fade  from  her  gaze  before  the  engine  starts  &  she’s  backing  up  the  car  into  the  street.